I love autumn. The falling leaves and the crisp air are refreshing to me. Football and cocoa are staples of the season and I love every bit of it.
Well, almost every bit of it.
During that awkward transition from the hot summer days to chilly fall nights, I have a terrible time with frequent migraines. Once the weather settles, I’m okay, but during those obnoxious roller coaster weeks when it can be frosty one day and shorts weather the next, my brain goes haywire.
The last few days have been like that for me. A swift dip in the temperature, compounded by rain, rain and more rain, has left my head feeling like someone’s taken an eggbeater to it.
In short, I’ve been feeling like hell, which has left me with the natural inclination to throw myself one heck of a pity party.
The good news is that I don’t have to go these days alone. The Brocker always has my back and lets me rest and relax as much as I can.
Last night, I came downstairs after a nap to find this scene:
It’s moments like these when everything is just right. Seeing my best guys all cuddled up together reading library books was just what the doctor ordered. It reminded me how great my life really is. Pity party cancelled.